It was late when she got on the train
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Found a space between the coffee stains
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Struggling to lift her suitcase
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Pushing back the hair from her face
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Here in my seat
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I feel a rush beneath my feet
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She's just a girl on a train
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I'll probably never see her again
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The girl on the train
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Never even asked her her name
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The girl on the train
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Wonder if she's feeling the same
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She looks listlessly at magazines
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Past the horoscopes and beauty creams
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Through the suburbs and the scrubland
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I wonder whether she understands
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This world is drab
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You've got to take what you can grab
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She's just a girl on a train
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I'll probably never see her again
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The girl on the train
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Never even asked her her name
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The girl on the train
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Wonder if she's feeling the same
|
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Through the suburbs and the scrubland
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I wonder whether she understands
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This world is drab
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You've got to take what you can grab
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She's just a girl on a train
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I'll probably never see her again
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The girl on the train
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Never even asked her her name
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The girl on the train
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Wonder if she's feeling the same
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Girl On A Train
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| Rialto |
